We are old news, expired
before we even began...

Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...

There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...

I am God’s dreaming,
and God is the dream I am...

I and my odes
are never alone...

The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...

My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...

In the name of the first warriors,
the keepers of earth’s first truth...

Is understanding, as ruthless as it is,
another version of satisfaction...

Is it, a struggle of a feather
to survive its yanking and flouting...

We appreciate
what we have had right after...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...